Excitement and joy, doubt and confusion, despair and anger.
This series of changes quietly occurred along with the sailing trajectories of the four French warships.
When the four warships flying the French flag passed through the eastern waters of Cutthroat Island and headed southeast, the more than 200 paratroopers on the beach suddenly became panicked. Melancholy and despair enveloped everyone's hearts. They couldn't believe it.
In my own eyes, the four French warships that were supposed to come to greet them after dark just sailed away from the waters of Cutthroat Island, and left under their noses in such a swaggering and unscrupulous manner.
The blue, white and red tricolor flags on the warship gradually blurred in the brilliant sunset, and it was no longer possible to tell which was blue and which was red. Along with the French flag, the inner world of the paratroopers also became blurred.
, the sunset was gorgeous, but their hearts were shrouded in an invisible black curtain, just like their faces, gray and without a trace of light.
The well-ordered defensive position suddenly became loose. The paratroopers who were building the fortifications dropped their engineering shovels, and the paratroopers who were on guard walked out of the bunker. They all swarmed onto the beach in unison and rushed in the direction of the warship.
In the vast sea, the four French warships moved further and further away. The mighty and huge hulls had turned into small black dots that were looming. Looking at the four small black dots that were gradually moving away from their sight, the paratroopers became angry.
The long-suppressed anger in his heart completely burst out.
The sound of gunfire was loud and earth-shattering.
Famas assault rifles, AA52 light machine guns, LRAC89mm rocket launchers, and more than two hundred weapons of all kinds were fired at the direction of the four warships. Countless bullets, rockets, grenades,
Along with the anger in his heart, he vented it into the sea with flying waves.
Bang, a miniature radio station was thrown out of the bunker and fell heavily against a blood-red rock. Then, two communication soldiers rushed out of the bunker and angrily punched and kicked the broken radio station.
The two of them are the last two paratroopers who stick to their positions. They stick to the only belief of the last more than 200 paratroopers of the parachute regiment, and it is also the common wish of all of them, to go home, return to Europe, and return to their proud homeland of France.
Corsica garrison of the Parachute Regiment of the Foreign Legion.
However, the radio station that entrusted the wishes of all of them has been silent. The Foreign Legion headquarters in Obagne, France is silent, the French Ministry of Defense in Paris is silent, and the French President in the Elysee Palace is silent.
The government is also silent, and everyone who can take them home is silent.
We were abandoned, the parachute regiment was abandoned. After calling frantically into the microphone for half an hour, the two communications soldiers looked at each other, and in their hoarse voices, they told each other helplessly and sadly that they had been abandoned.
Abandoned by the French government and the French Foreign Legion on this uninhabited island isolated overseas.
The two communications soldiers frantically vented their anger and dissatisfaction at the radio station. One of the communications soldiers even took out a Beretta pistol from his waist and pointed it at the radio that had been turned into pieces.
The Beretta pistol roared angrily. Every time a bullet was fired, the signal soldier would angrily shout out a name. These names, without exception, were all those who abandoned them. As the fourteenth bullet was fired from the gun,
The signal soldier did not continue to roar, his face was full of loneliness and despair. Looking at the endless sea, the signal soldier shook his head, and then walked towards the sea step by step.
The waves rolled and slapped the communication soldier's body, but he didn't know it. He just walked towards the sea step by step. His steps were very slow, as if his whole body was frozen. Along with his legs, he moved slowly.
The right hand holding the Beretta pistol was raised little by little, and the black muzzle of the gun was slowly pressed against his head.
Facing the southeast, there was no trace of the four French warships, and there was only a sea with no end in sight.
Go home... With a hysterical cry, the signal soldier pulled the trigger, and the last bullet in the Beretta pistol was shot into the head of its owner.
Bang, the corpse of the communication soldier fell to the ground with a crash, and his blood flowed into the sea water. As the waves rolled, the corpse of the communication soldier floated southeast, towards Corsica, thousands of miles away.
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"Why did that signal soldier commit suicide?" Michelle stood next to Ye Feng, holding Ye Feng's arm gently with her small hands, her face full of melancholy and confusion, "Even if the French government abandons them, they will
They can return to Europe on their own. They are all special forces. After special training, things like felling trees, building ships, and sailing on the sea should not be difficult for them!"
"He has collapsed." Ye Feng sighed and continued, "Compared to the external home represented by the Corsica resident, there is still an invisible home in his heart. This invisible home
Home is buried deep in his heart, replete with his feelings and life beliefs, but at this moment, this home no longer exists, and his spiritual world has collapsed!"
The sound of gunfire on the beach was still there, and the more than 200 paratroopers continued to fire into the sea, magazine after magazine, without any pause, roaring, roaring, madly venting their anger and dissatisfaction.
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Click, click, click, countless bullets shot into the vast sea, and with their full anger, they sank into the cold and dark seabed.
The paratroopers who had exhausted their ammunition slowly threw away their guns. Some were walking aimlessly on the beach, while others were sitting dejectedly on the cold beach.
The gunfire gradually subsided, and the beach returned to calm, deathly silence.
None of the more than two hundred paratroopers spoke, and they just stayed on the beach lifelessly. Their souls seemed to have sunk into the depths of the sea with the crazy venting just now, and they seemed to be nothing.
The empty shell of his soul, wandering alone on the beach.
Li Huo walked to Ye Feng and sighed, "Boss, what should we do now!"
"Take them out of here and send them home." Ye Feng said decisively without any hesitation.
"Go home, didn't you just say that the home in their hearts no longer exists?" Michelle said in confusion.
Ye Feng looked at the setting sun gradually going west and said lightly, "Then let's create a beautiful home for them as imagined!"
For this hunt across two continents, these paratroopers were only participants in the event, a group of passive participants, cannon fodder who were forced to bleed and sacrifice in order to protect Sarnia's secrets. At this moment, Sarnia and Sarnia
The chief culprit who jointly formulated the conspiracy, the leader of the paratrooper regiment, has been killed. Faced with these paratroopers who were ruthlessly abandoned by Sarnia, everyone no longer has the desire to kill, especially when they see the dejected appearance of these paratroopers, everyone also
I can't help but lament the tragic experience of these paratroopers.
After hearing Ye Feng's words, all the killers looked at each other in unison, and then nodded vigorously.
"If these paratroopers have no place to stay, then come with me to Algeria." Van Gogh walked up to Ye Feng and continued, "I invested in several oil fields some time ago, and now they have started construction, which is exactly what is needed.
Time for manpower!”
"What a profiteer, he plots wherever he goes." Wollid rolled his eyes at Van Gogh and teased, "Nouveau riche, how much salary are you going to pay these people!"
"I am the best businessman and philanthropist in Algeria. If you follow me, I will definitely not treat them badly." Van Gogh stretched out his bejeweled right hand and patted his chest triumphantly, "As long as they are willing to follow me,
Definitely higher than what Sarnia pays them!”
"Stop bragging here." Thor patted Van Gogh on the shoulder, looked at the paratroopers on the beach, shook his head and said, "They are in such a state of despair that they are almost like dead people. Let's go and ask first.
Let’s see what they think and then make arrangements!”
In this way, two teams that had fought to the death not long ago were now sitting face to face on the beach in peace and friendship.
The arrival of Ye Feng and others did not cause any disturbance to the more than 200 paratroopers. They seemed to have not seen Ye Feng and others at all. They just sat or stood on the beach, letting themselves go.
The cold sea water washed over their bodies.
"Brothers, what are your plans and what are your thoughts about the future?" Van Gogh was like a boss who walked into the talent exchange market. Looking at those burly and strong paratroopers, sparks shot out of his eyes with excitement. He looked at this for a while,
I looked at that for a while and kept asking.
It's a pity that when faced with the boss Van Gogh's inquiries, no job seeker was willing to answer, let alone take the initiative to submit a resume and recommend themselves.
He ran around and asked the paratroopers almost one by one, but he didn't hear a word. This made Van Gogh very embarrassed and didn't know what to do for a while.
Ye Feng smiled lightly, walked up to a dejected paratrooper, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "We are going home, do you want to leave here with us?"
Hearing the words "go home", the paratrooper's body suddenly shook.
"Go home, go home, go home..." the paratrooper muttered in a low voice, slowly raised his head, glanced at Ye Feng with a blank and dull look, then lowered his head and said intermittently, "Ship,
The boat is gone, how can we go home? Your speedboat has also been blown up by us, and there is no boat left, so how can we go home!"
"Do you want to go back to France?" Ye Feng asked.
"France, no, no, I won't go there." The paratrooper seemed to be extremely sensitive to the name France. He stood up suddenly and roared at the sea, "France is not my home, and I never want to go back.
I’ve had enough of being there and I never want to go back there!”
"I'm not going back to France either!"
"Even if I die here, I don't want to go back to France!"
It was like a pot was exploding on the beach, and all the paratroopers roared together. They faced the southeast, roared angrily, and vented their dissatisfaction.
Hearing the roars of these paratroopers, Ye Feng knew in his heart that they were alive again. Their belief in home made them alive again.
"I want to take you home and take you away from Cutthroat Island." Ye Feng raised his arms and shouted to the paratroopers, "No matter where your home is, I will send you home, all of you!"
For these paratroopers, the reason why they turned into devastated zombies just now was entirely because Sania and others ruthlessly destroyed their faith in home.
Home is more than just a house. It is a haven for wanderers and a station for the soul. When you are scarred from wandering outside, home will give you comfort and warmth; when you are at a loss, home will give you comfort and warmth.
Will provide you with selfless help; when you go astray, home will guide you. Home is always so warm and comfortable, always full of sunshine and smiles, because it will never abandon you or abandon you.
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Soldiers die for their confidants. Ye Feng's short words once again strengthened these paratroopers' good faith in their family. Although Ye Feng was their enemy not long ago, this enemy in front of them is better than those who ruthlessly abandoned them.
Their French politicians made them feel warmer in their hearts.
Warmth, warmth from the heart, the paratroopers no longer roared, no longer angry, and warm smiles quietly bloomed on their gloomy faces.
"As long as we are not allowed to return to France, we can go anywhere, even to the ice and snow of Antarctica, that's no problem." A paratrooper said cheerfully.
"That's right, it's better than staying in France!"
"We are all professional soldiers. We are used to wandering outside. As long as we can follow a kind and loyal boss, we are willing to do anything!"
A faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face and he said loudly, "I am the wind of hell. You must have heard of my name. I swear on my name that I will help you find a good home!"
When Ye Feng announced his home address, the paratroopers suddenly became silent. They all looked at Ye Feng and the legendary king of killers.
"It turns out that we were defeated by the King of Killers!"
"Being able to fight against the wind of hell is truly a blessing in life!"
"A defeated general is not brave, but I am heartily convinced when I am defeated by the wind of hell!"
"Sergeants, this is Thor, the God of Thunder who founded the Forbidden Land of the Gods." Ye Feng pulled Thor and Van Gogh together and walked in front of the paratroopers. "The situation in Africa is not stable now. A large number of refugees are pouring into the God's Forbidden Land every day."
The forbidden land of God, so there is a great need for manpower to guard the forbidden land of God, so that this pure land on earth can provide help to more poor people!"
"If you are tired of the war and want to change your life, then I can help you fulfill your wish." Ye Feng patted Van Gogh on the shoulder and continued, "This is the Algerian oil businessman Bejaoui.
We have invested in several oil fields and are currently recruiting employees. If you are interested, you can also work in Algeria!"
"Everyone." Van Gogh stepped forward, bowed his hands to the paratroopers in a very stylish manner, and then said with a smile, "The winds of hell and the god of thunder are both my good friends. I will properly arrange your lives and return them to you."
Yes, if anyone wants to guard God’s Forbidden Land, I will also pay them a salary, and the treatment will be exactly the same as that of employees working in the oil fields, and I will never treat you badly!”
"To help God's Forbidden Land, we still need wages. Don't you want to let people poke our spines?" A paratrooper walked up to Thor and said with a smile, "As long as you have enough food, you don't have to worry about salary.
Build more houses, take in more refugees, and let them live a better life, then I will be satisfied!"
"That is, if we can contribute to the Forbidden Land of God, the gods will definitely bless us. Needless to say, money or not, I will also go to the Forbidden Land of God!"
"That won't work. I'm the most trustworthy businessman in Algeria. You can't ruin my reputation. No matter whether you go to God's Forbidden Land or work in the oil fields, I will pay you the same salary!"
"Haha, I'm going to work in the oil fields. When I make money, I'll send it all to God's Forbidden Land!"